Human Nature Page #2

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INT. WHITE SPACE - DAY

Nathan, thirties, in a white robe, sits alone at a white

table. Everything is white except for an oozing bullet wound

in Nathan's temple.

NATHAN:

I don't even know what sorry means

anymore. It's odd. When I was alive

I knew -- maybe it was all I knew --

but here sorry is meaningless. Love

is meaningless. Jealousy is

meaningless. Ambition is meaningless.

Everything that motivated my every

breath while I was alive is

meaningless now.

(beat)

I guess that's how I can be sure I'm

really dead.

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INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

Lila watches the slowly churning tape recorder reels, fixated.

The cop who vomited is mopping it up. The other two are

sipping coffee. Lila talks.

LILA:

My story begins when I was twelve.

COP:

(checks watch)

Jesus.

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EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - DAY

It's got that faded, "memory" look. Twelve year old Lila

hurries home from school, books clutched to her chest.

Other kids walk along the street in pairs or groups, laughing

and chatting. Lila walks alone, a worried scowl on her face.

LILA (V.O.)

Something terrible happened when I

was twelve.

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INT. LITTLE GIRL'S ROOM - DAY

Colors are still muted. It looks to be somewhere in the early

70's based on the preponderance of Bay City Rollers posters

on the wall. Twelve year old Lila enters the room, closes

the door, locks it, rattles the doorknob to make sure that

the door is really locked. She draws the shades. She pulls

some t-shirts from her dresser drawer and stuffs them into

the space between the bottom of the door and the floor.

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